Luyện nghe bài hát Teardrops And Closed Caskets

Word like all we got left
Teardrops and caskets
it up fool, hey nigga
Tell me how you homie

It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how it sounds
The whole on a mission, adolescents, penitentiary bound
Now introducin' Trigga
Since birth, eyes set on gettin'
another wild ass nigga
But he was fiendin' for Precious,
But was a ghetto girl
Couldn't be no sex without that gold

But Trigga was heartbroken, he had to get his papers
visions of people smokin' and niggaz catchin' vapors
Got his man from around the corner, call him 'Lil Mo
in so many reform schools, they had to let him go
Here's where the plot
They got a plot to make a profit with they glocks
They call the squad, hittin' blocks with they blowin'
Somebody's gonna die

Still no one's knowin', so kept goin'
Catchin' comin' out they cars, will they survive?
Two automatic nines, them niggaz died
nobody in the hood cries, it's like they celebrate
To death and wish they could die, so peep the
But wait a minute to Precious
snortin' dope in the backseat of Trigg's Lexus
Teardrops and closed

Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)

Don't let these ghetto streets get you,
Was the victim, from a dime to a
Hopin' God's stick with ya
Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's bigger
Familiar face, but a man now, lil' Trigga
Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the
Down for his homies, always the first to spit
All he was to be a thug

pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
Here's it gets ya
Now is pregnant, lil' Trigga is happy
He wants to her now, not knowin' he ain't the daddy
But precious was lonely while lil' was makin' dough
She's slippin' in secret places and with Lil' Mo
The neighborhood's buzzin', now are talkin'
Lil' Trigga's pictures of the both of 'em walkin'

Hand in hand, understand
How his baby's mama could
With another man and his best
Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't me
Then watch the way that story ends, and maybe you'll see
There ain't no heroes or villains, no pleasure in killin'
the smoke from the cap, peelin' a man with no feelings
Teardrops and caskets

Will I forever be
(Teardrops and caskets)
(Bury you and look ahead)
(A man no feelings)
(Teardrops and caskets)
Will I be alone?
(Teardrops and caskets)
(That's all we got left, all)

Now with the of poverty, and the tricks to these tales
How people will die? How many will live to tell?
Although best before, Lil' Trigga and Mo
in an all out war, over a fiend they ain't know
Behind the curtains, their privacy, is already laid down
The is the same with different names and it turns out
know how it is, same old thing in the same old town
Lil' Trigg got his nose open on this one trick, now he's played out
Think Lil' Mo, was plottin' plans on gettin' bigger
Precious was his way to put his hands on Lil'

All the while let's at Precious
Too dumb to see goin' down, too doped up to ask questions
Used to be comrades, but now we blast on
could be so bad?
God, will we tonight?
From misdemeanors to felonies, time to sellin' ki's
I can't believe the shit tellin' me
They open fire, bodies drop, so call the cops
Precious, Lil' Mo and
Teardrops and caskets

I forever be alone?
(Aiy QBIII in motherfucker)
(Teardrops and caskets)
(We dedicate this to all the comrades, that's right)
(All the that didn't make it to see this day)
(Rest in peace)
Will I be alone?
(Ya I know it's hard out there)
(With teardrops and caskets)

(It's that's all we got to look forward to these days)
(Murders, dyin', funerals)
Will I forever be
(Shit, it's like I ain't gonna another suit, homey
I ran out of tears)
(We gon' to do somethin y'all)
(We have to do somethin')
Will I be alone?
('Cause I know all these is tired of seein' the same thing)
(Rest in peace)
(Teardrops and caskets)

(I send out to M'thulu Geronimo)
(And to, all the comrades, all the soldiers)
Will I forever be
(To the homie Boonie, in peace nigga)
(All the that fell, all the homies)
(May God bless families)
(May you live in the motherfuckin' heart)
Will I forever be
(In a thug niggaz forever)
(That's right)
(Rest in nigga)

May your be deceased, dead on the streets
We can't peace 'til the niggaz get a piece